industrygothica
Adventurer
- Blackthorn Academy
The headmaster raps on Aedon's door and gently pushes it open without waiting for an invitation. "I understand you have some concerns about your journey, Aedon?" he asks.
"Nissa will be fine. She's a confused girl now, who is growing into her own woman. This will be good for her, and for you. I have faith that the two of you, with J'hanna's help, will be able to find the answers that we seek. And if it is as you suspect, imagine the good that could come from it!"
The headmaster chuckles, but somehow doesn't seem surprised by the question. "We've booked passage for you on a cargo ship heading back to Silverport. No, you'll not be able to take a horse with you, though you may procure a mount once in Silverport. Take your coin, there may be time to explore the bazaar once your job is complete.
"The crew on Weeping Mary will keep him safe until Silverport, so that you may send him off as your customs dictate. It is because of his efforts here that New Lunarial may yet be saved. He will be missed."
The halfling coughs, waiting patiently by the carriage door.
- Weeping Mary
The shadowy figure steps forward out of the fog. An elf. Garrison had seen his share in Silverport, but Kingsport was mostly a human city. There were still plenty of elves about, for certain, but this one didn't look like a city elf.
"I would like to go to Silverport," she said. "On your ship."
"Everyone wants aboard Weeping Mary today!" the captain shouted. "Lass, this is a cargo ship, we don't tend to take passengers without a very rare exception. Unfortunate for you, that exception has already been made this trip. Now if you'll forgive me, we've a lot of work to do and now only a very short time to do it in.
At the mention of work, Garrison turns his attention back toward the many crates yet to be loaded and secured.
- Somewhere in the sea
"JUSTICE!" The screams faded into the dry, salty air. At least on the island there was an occasional tree or cliff face to bounce the sound off of, but here there was only nothing. Except this blasted stingray. The sun eased away the night chill hours ago, and now it's heat began to bake down on you. The stingray darts off once more. You find yourself reaching out to slap at it again and a thought occurs. Perhaps it was madness setting in from the dehydration; or the sun had just baked his mind beyond comprehension. Have I been following this thing? Has it been leading me?"
You look up at the cloudless horizon and, almost as if in answer, you see the grey silhouette of a ship sneak over the line.
[sblock=OOC for Everyone]In case it didn't click right away for everyone, our timelines are a bit different. In Kingsport it is barely dawn, and the PCs have yet to get on the boat (except for Garrison). At sea, it's daylight, and Justice can see a ship sailing in the horizon. Please understand that this is intentional, and hopefully I can pull it together in the end so it'll make sense. If now, well, you'll still get to kill stuff eventually, so it'll be ok. [/sblock]
The headmaster raps on Aedon's door and gently pushes it open without waiting for an invitation. "I understand you have some concerns about your journey, Aedon?" he asks.
"Nissa will be fine. She's a confused girl now, who is growing into her own woman. This will be good for her, and for you. I have faith that the two of you, with J'hanna's help, will be able to find the answers that we seek. And if it is as you suspect, imagine the good that could come from it!"
The headmaster chuckles, but somehow doesn't seem surprised by the question. "We've booked passage for you on a cargo ship heading back to Silverport. No, you'll not be able to take a horse with you, though you may procure a mount once in Silverport. Take your coin, there may be time to explore the bazaar once your job is complete.
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A carriage waits in the cobbled drive of Blackthorn. The halfling porter is fussing over the proper loading your belongings into a separate cart. The headmaster is also there, and even Lady Jenieva has recovered from her fit and shown up to see you off. A group of young mages exit the building from a side door, walking in a respectful formation next to the unadorned casket floating on a magical disc between them. Once things are secured on the wagon, the halfling opens the carriage door and stands by quietly."The crew on Weeping Mary will keep him safe until Silverport, so that you may send him off as your customs dictate. It is because of his efforts here that New Lunarial may yet be saved. He will be missed."
The halfling coughs, waiting patiently by the carriage door.
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- Weeping Mary
The shadowy figure steps forward out of the fog. An elf. Garrison had seen his share in Silverport, but Kingsport was mostly a human city. There were still plenty of elves about, for certain, but this one didn't look like a city elf.
"I would like to go to Silverport," she said. "On your ship."
"Everyone wants aboard Weeping Mary today!" the captain shouted. "Lass, this is a cargo ship, we don't tend to take passengers without a very rare exception. Unfortunate for you, that exception has already been made this trip. Now if you'll forgive me, we've a lot of work to do and now only a very short time to do it in.
At the mention of work, Garrison turns his attention back toward the many crates yet to be loaded and secured.
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- Somewhere in the sea
"JUSTICE!" The screams faded into the dry, salty air. At least on the island there was an occasional tree or cliff face to bounce the sound off of, but here there was only nothing. Except this blasted stingray. The sun eased away the night chill hours ago, and now it's heat began to bake down on you. The stingray darts off once more. You find yourself reaching out to slap at it again and a thought occurs. Perhaps it was madness setting in from the dehydration; or the sun had just baked his mind beyond comprehension. Have I been following this thing? Has it been leading me?"
You look up at the cloudless horizon and, almost as if in answer, you see the grey silhouette of a ship sneak over the line.
[sblock=OOC for Everyone]In case it didn't click right away for everyone, our timelines are a bit different. In Kingsport it is barely dawn, and the PCs have yet to get on the boat (except for Garrison). At sea, it's daylight, and Justice can see a ship sailing in the horizon. Please understand that this is intentional, and hopefully I can pull it together in the end so it'll make sense. If now, well, you'll still get to kill stuff eventually, so it'll be ok. [/sblock]